B.o.B. – Sweet Home scritto da admin 20 Gennaio 2016 Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can’t jump it Sometimes it gets so hard, you see I’m just sitting here beating on my trumpet With all these promises you left for me But where are you tonight, Sweet Marie? Well, I waited for you when I was half sick Yes, I waited for you when you hated me Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic When you knew I had some other place to be Now, where are you tonight, Sweet Marie? Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately. Well, six white horses that you did promise Were fin’lly delivered down to the penitentiary But to live outside the law, you must be honest I know you always say that you agree Alright so where are you tonight, Sweet Marie? Well, I don’t know how it happened But the river-boat captain, he knows my fate But ev’rybody else, even yourself They’re just gonna have to wait. Well, I got the fever down in my pockets The Persian drunkard, he follows me Yes, I can take him to your house but I can’t unlock it You see, you forgot to leave me with the key Ah, where are you tonight, Sweet Marie? Well, I been in jail where all the mail showed That a man can’t give his address out to bad company And now I stand here lookin’ at your yellow railroad In the ruins of your balcony Wond’ring where you are tonight, Sweet Marie.